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Its rainin' outside

and also in my mind,

pourin' down & floodin'

my head with thoughts

of you, but its not

just the thought of

you surroundin' my thoughts

& blowin' my mind...

it’s what you left behind.

Seductive scents left on

my bed as I lie across it,

holdin' the pillows tightly,

bringin' me closer to you.

This is not perfume,

this intoxicating scent

is Her-fume...

its surrounds my body,

digging deep into every pore,

lockin' in which is you...





Sitting still is the time

ticking in my head,

wondering when I will

once again be able to

take hold of you & have

your scent captivate me

once again...

holding you close to me,

nothing between us but air,

passin' your scent from your

skin to mine, forever linking

me to your natural fragrance.





Your Picture stairs me down,

each morning & night without you,

as your luscious scent sets the

ambiance in my room, creating a scene

in which dreams are made of,

candles are lit and "At Last" we share

such a deep connection, but this

is real, no dream, this is my fantasy...

but missin' one large piece, YOU.



Its been what seems like a week,

a week or 2 of hell, with you not around,

with your scent all around

but you not to be found.

You always loved my words bcuz

they came from the heart, but

these words I speak now are from what

seems to be a broken heart;

I don't believe you will be ever

again in my arms again, never to

share what we once had...

I am holding on to our memories... Painful,

to think of what I have left

of you, scents, pictures, love, a broken heart... Painful,

to think that even with

all that we shared, it wasn't enough... Painful,

to know love has left me once again;

More Painful... to know that unfortunately,

you are not my girl no more... Painful,

that your scent is forever burned in my mind...

where no scent will ever compare...